Once he was used to one finger, I added another as I continued the assault on his dick with my tongue.
“Damn!” Another gasp left him as his hips moved in rhythm with my sucking. “Michael, stop. I’m about to come.”
I immediately withdrew my mouth, but kept probing him with my fingers. I needed him opened and relaxed before I took him. As I worked him with one hand, I took the other and unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, followed by my boxers. My dick ached with need and a bead of pre-cum trickled out of my slit. Fuck. I rubbed the bead with my thumb and started stroking myself as I fingered Gabriel’s ass.
“I want to take care of you, Michael,” he whispered in a breathy moan as his mesmerizing eyes flickered to mine. “I want to touch you.”
My breath caught in my throat as I stared down at him.
“It’s okay,” he spoke in a soft voice.
I removed my fingers from him and rolled over onto my back on the bed, watching him as he changed his position and leaned over me. He ran a fingernail down my damaged chest and bent down to place scattered kisses on me. I tried to control my breathing and block the painful images that were trying to break through the barriers I kept them sealed behind. Grinding my teeth, I shoved those thoughts aside and thought of nothing but the angel in front of me.
Gabriel snaked down my body, running his hands along my sides as he went. My skin prickled at his touch. Excitement penetrated through his pale eyes as he looked up at me and then down at my swollen dick. He licked his luscious lips right before he bent down and ran his wet tongue down my length.
Shudders erupted through my body as the warmth of his delicious mouth encompassed my cock. No one had ever done this to me before. Gabriel was the only person who ever had, and ever would. I belonged to him, and only him, forever.
Gabriel deep-throated me and I had to fight back the powerful urge to come right then. I was about to fucking lose it.
“Gabe… baby, stop,” I spoke through clenched teeth as I fisted my hands at my side.
He released my dick from his mouth, making a popping sound, and grinned up at me.
“Where are the condoms?” he asked and bit his lip, his eyes clouded with desire.
“Top drawer of the nightstand to your right.” I took a deep breath as I watched him stand up and walk to get the items. Reaching down, I squeezed the base of my dick, attempting to stop the creeping release.
Gabriel returned with a condom and a bottle of lubricant and crawled up my body, straddling my waist. I grabbed his hips and was about to flip him over onto his back, but he stopped me.
“No. I want to do it like this. I wanna ride you.” He moved his dick against mine as he circled his hips. I had never had sex like that, but it thrilled me to know that Gabriel was going to, yet again, be another first for me.
“Whatever the princess desires,” I smirked. As if I could really say no to that face.
Tearing open the condom, Gabriel slid it down my length and then popped open the bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount onto my dick and then squirted some onto his hand. I hardened to a painful degree as I watched him sit up on his knees and rub his lubed hand behind him, coating his ass. Watching him touch himself almost caused me to shoot my load and I bit my tongue.
He was just too damn sexy.
Grabbing my lubed-up dick, Gabriel positioned it at his entrance and slowly descended. I placed my hands on his hips and guided him down, careful not to hurt him. His ass tightened around me as he guided me past the tight ring of muscles. Once I was inside him, I held still and allowed his body to grow accustomed to my size.
And then he started moving on me.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to not grab onto him and thrust into him like a wild man, but I wanted this. I was going to give him all of the control and let him move at his own pace.
“Mmm, Michael. Fuck, you’re so thick,” he moaned as he rode me, throwing his head back.
I reached up and ran my hand along his slim stomach before grabbing onto his hips and thrusting up as he descended down. That caused a breathy gasp to leave him and my body rumbled with need. Gabriel glided down my dick in a slow rhythm and gradually started quickening his pace.
He was earth-shatteringly beautiful as he moved on top of me… and he was mine.
Keeping one hand firmly on his hip, I brought the other forward and started jerking his leaking dick. He threw his head back again as his body hummed with pleasure.
“That’s it, Angel.” I tugged harder at his cock as he rode me faster.
“Michael! Ah,” he gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered as he moved so fast on me, the entire bed was banging into the wall.
I started pumping up into him faster and continued the pulling on his dick. Warmth started spreading down my spine and I knew my release was quickly approaching, but I was going to hold it back until he hit his first.
“Come,” I growled. He closed his eyes as I felt his body begin to shudder. “Angel, look at me. I want to see you.”
He opened his eyes and looked down at me as his release hit him. Warm jets of cum landed on my stomach and chest as I continued to jerk him. His ass clenched tightly around me and I couldn’t control myself anymore. My own release hit me and caused my thrusts to falter as my balls drew up and I emptied into him. “Fuck!”
He collapsed on top of me and we both struggled to catch our breath.
Gabriel propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me with a dazed expression. “I love you.” He leaned down and tenderly kissed my lips before laying his head on my chest.
“I love you, too.” It was the first time I said it aloud and he looked back at me, surprised. With a beaming smile, he kissed me again and then giggled as I wrapped my arms around him and flipped him over onto his back.
“Stay here,” I said and then got up from the bed.
“Are you commanding me like a dog again?” He asked and then yawned.
I shook my head and smiled. He always fell asleep after his orgasms. Fuck, I was tired, too, but I wanted to clean us up before the shit dried and caked on to us.
“If the shoe fits…” I raised my eyebrows at him and then ducked as a pillow was chucked at me.
After cleaning us off, I lay in bed and pulled Gabriel against my chest. It was so weird feeling him against my bare skin, but it was something that I was slowly getting accustomed to. Already half-asleep, Gabriel snuggled into me and sighed. I gazed down at him and moved his bangs from his face. His eyes were closed, but a small smile curved his perfect lips at my touch.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I watched him sleep. He hadn’t left me, and he loved me.
I tried to wrap my head around everything and understand that it was real. This wasn’t a dream. Leaning down, I kissed his forehead and pulled him closer to me. The familiar scent of lavender drifted to my nose and I inhaled him deeply. Laying my head back on my pillow, I shut my eyes. The prayer that I used to say when I was younger floated through my head as I started falling into sleep’s embrace, causing a beautiful realization.
God had sent me an angel after all.
Chapter Nineteen
Gabriel
Waking up, I gave a sleepy smile as I found myself lying against Michael’s chest. He was still asleep and his breaths were even as he dreamed, his chest softly rising and falling. He was beautiful, no matter what he thought.
A slight pain tinged in my ass as I tried to move, reminding me of the amazing sex from the night before. As if I could forget, I thought to myself. I shifted through all of the crazy thoughts spiraling in my head, trying to grasp everything Michael told me last night. He had laid his heart and soul out on a glamorous silver platter for me, putting trust in me that he had never placed in another person before.
I knew there were still things we had to work out, but all of that would eventually get better as time progressed. His issues with me touching him and his poor perception of himself would need work, but I knew
he could do it. I had faith in him. Michael informed me that he still had really bad nightmares about his past and there were times where he would lash out in his sleep. Or sometimes the opposite would happen, the memories from his past would jeopardize his sleep and he would be up for days.
But looking at him in that moment, he looked peaceful and at ease.
Wanting to surprise him with breakfast before he awoke, I gently scooted away from him and got out of bed. His brow furrowed as I left his side and a soft whine escaped between his slightly parted lips. Having an idea, I took my pillow and placed it at his side. He wrapped an arm around it and nuzzled it against his face before turning over onto his stomach.
My mouth popped open in shock. I hadn’t realized that scars covered his entire back as well. Anger like I had never experienced exploded through me as I observed him. The bitch that did that to him was lucky she was already dead because I would have loved to give her a lethal dose of her own psychotic medicine.
Seeing my overnight bag on the floor, I quietly unzipped it and pulled out some sweat pants. As much as I loved being naked, it was freaking cold so I slipped into the pants. I left the bedroom and made my way to the kitchen, getting lost once or twice along the way.
Spotting a coffee pot, I started the coffee– once I found where he kept it– and opened up the refrigerator to see what there was to make for breakfast. Unlike me, Michael had a nicely stocked refrigerator which gave me multiple options for what to cook. Tapping my long nails against the door, I finally settled on omelets. I grabbed the egg carton, green peppers, onions, cheese, and since I knew Michael liked meat, I also grabbed a few slices of ham for him.
The smell of the brewing coffee was intoxicating. I needed caffeine bad.
Turning my attention back to the multiple cabinets of Michael’s large kitchen, I began my hunt for a skillet. Once it was found, I started cooking breakfast, getting lost in my thoughts as I chopped the peppers and onions before adding them to the egg and cheese already on the stove. I was going to ask Michael to spend Thanksgiving with me and my family and I really hoped he agreed. For one reason, I had already jumped the gun and told my brother and my dad that he was going to. Thanksgiving was only a week away and I wanted Michael with me, where he belonged.
Finding a plate, I moved the omelet to it from the skillet and then poured a cup of coffee. I didn’t hear Michael walk up behind me, so when I turned around and saw him leaning against the counter, staring at me with a bemused expression, I squealed like a little girl.
“Ohmygosh!” I squealed in one breath and put a hand to my heart.
Michael barked out a laugh and walked toward me, wrapping me in his strong arms, and planting a tender kiss to my lips. I tried to pull away and his face fell.
“Morning breath,” I said self-consciously and raised a hand to cover my mouth.
“You taste delicious.” He removed my hand to uncover my mouth and then kissed me again, causing me to melt against him. After swirling his tongue one last time against mine, Michael pulled back and inhaled the air. “Fuck, something smells great.”
“That would be your omelet,” I responded. “And I was even a doll and added ham to it. Aren’t I perfect?” I fluttered my eyelashes at him, causing him to chuckle and pull me in for another quick kiss.
“Yes, you are. Far more perfect than I deserve.” He nuzzled his nose against mine.
“Say that you don’t deserve me one more time, Michael, and I swear on every fashion god that I will take this skillet and go all Rapunzel from the movie Tangled on you.” I arched an eyebrow at him.
He looked both heavily amused and slightly confused. “Never watched it, but I’m pretty sure I understand your meaning.” The smirk I adored so much appeared on his face and I pulled his lips to mine again. I could kiss him forever.
Breaking the kiss, I took hold of his hand and guided him to the table. “Sit.”
His lips twitched as he stared at me and I could tell he was trying to fight back a smile. “Yes, Princess, whatever you desire.” He sat down and turned his head to watch me as I went to the counter and grabbed his food and coffee.
Setting his breakfast on the table, I went to retrieve mine. Returning to the table, I sat down and looked at him. A curious expression was visible on his face as he stared down at the food I prepared for him.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, concerned. Did it taste that bad?
Michael’s green eyes lifted from his plate and met my stare. “Yes, everything’s great. I just… I’ve never had someone make me breakfast before. Outside of a restaurant where I pay them for it, that is.” His eyes softened and he reached across the table to grab my hand and lift it to his lips. “Thank you, Angel.”
My heart broke at his words. No one had ever taken care of him before, and not even in the simplest way of just preparing him food. He might refer to me as his Princess, but I was the one who was going to spoil him.
“Well, there’s more where that came from. So eat up, Mr. Bodacious.”
He almost spewed his coffee. “Mr. Bodacious?”
I batted my lashes at him. “Yep.”
Michael shook his head with a chuckle and took another drink of his coffee. “What do you want to do today?”
“I actually have to go to work at eleven, so I probably need to start getting dressed soon.” I wished I could stay there with him all day.
“Finish your breakfast first. You need to eat.” He nodded to my plate and looked back at me, a serious expression on his face.
I scooped up the last piece of my omelet and washed it down with a sip of coffee. “There. Happy?” I stuck my tongue out at him. Childish, I know, but his overly protective Papa Bear attitude brought it out in me. I secretly loved it, though.
He scooted back from his chair and came over to me, with the gait of a predator stalking his prey. I glanced up at him from my seat and then gasped when he picked me up and placed me on the table. My empty plate scattered to the floor, but neither of us cared. Michael positioned himself between my legs and started kissing me in a heated fashion. Reaching around to his back, I grabbed his strong shoulders, softly running my nails down his skin.
He growled and deepened our kiss as he grabbed my hips and pulled me tighter against him. Love and lust both swept through me as I was held captive in his embrace. Our tongues danced together in an unhurried rhythm and I felt like I was suspended in time, completely mesmerized by the only man to ever capture my heart.
***
“Do you think this hairstyle or this one would work best?” The blonde-haired girl sitting in the salon chair asked me as she held up two different pictures. Both hairstyles would look awful on her; she had the wrong face shape for them.
I tapped the back of her chair as I pondered what to do. Being in this business, I found myself in this type of situation often, but I was amazing at my job and always figured it out. I stood behind her and played with her long, curly hair as I stared at her reflection in the large mirror in front of us.
“You know, honey,” I finally answered. “I actually have a completely different idea. You have gorgeous curly hair and those hairstyles wouldn’t do it justice. I was thinking of something that would really make those curls bounce, and maybe even add some highlights. If you trust me.” I twirled a strand of her hair around one of my fingers as I pictured the perfect hairstyle.
“Uh.” She looked nervous at her reflection and then looked up at me. “You seem like you know what you’re doing. I guess you can do it.” She gave me a shaky smile.
“Don’t worry, you’re in great hands with this one.” Kaylee, my manager, walked up behind us and smacked me on the ass. “Trust him, he knows what he’s talking about.”
The girl laughed and nodded with more enthusiasm. “Okay. He looks gorgeous so if he can make me look half as good as him, I’ll be good.”
I dramatically fanned myself. “Oh, girls, stop it. You’re giving me a big head.”
Kaylee gave me a shit-e
ating grin and walked off to help another client.
Turning my attention back to the girl in the salon chair, I smiled. “Let me go mix that color up and I’ll be right back.”
An hour and a half later, I was finished. And the girl looked fabulous. After styling her hair, I fluffed it a little and then turned the chair around for her to look in the mirror.
“Oh my god!” She brought her hands up to touch her hair. “It looks amazing!”
I cut about five inches off, which caused her curls to spring up and spiral beautifully around her face. Since her hair was blonde, I added some darker lowlights in the lower layers and bleach blonde highlights on top to make the color pop.
Damn, I did great work.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur. When I wasn’t busy helping a customer, I thought of Michael and how excited I was to get off work to see him again. My ass ached, but in the best way possible. Every move I made was just a reminder that Michael had been there. Before I went in to work, Michael and I had made love right there on the kitchen table– as well as in the shower afterward, almost making me late for work. Now that the barriers he had placed between us had been removed, our sexual appetite for each other was unstoppable.
Is it time to leave yet? My inner bitch whined. He was a needy little thing.
Kaylee had a family function she had to go to, so I was closing by myself that night. There were three other girls that worked at the shop, but they all left at eight o’clock, so I was there by myself for about another two hours.
When the clock hit nine-thirty, I locked the doors and closed up shop. Employees had their own parking in the back of the building, so my car was the only one out there. Exiting through the back door, I shivered and clung to my jacket as the cold air hit me. I hated winter. Sure, the outfits and coats were adorable, but I loved the warmth. And it technically wasn’t even winter yet, not for another month.
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